[Chapter Word Count:2545 Last Updated:2014-08-1218:00:00.0]

The sky was cloudy, and the wind was tight in the wilderness.

The land was gloomy, a snowstorm seemed to be brewing, and the winter of the first year of the Apocalypse (1621) was colder than usual.

The rushing and noisy Yellow River, which has been raging madly for a year, is finally extremely tired, so it is quiet.

Winter is coming, the year is approaching, this is the season for wanderers to think home.

Hanhan Valley Pass, also known as Han Pass. It was built in the third year of Emperor Wu of the Han Dynasty (114 BC) and was the first pass of the Silk Road in Chinese history. The north is Phoenix Mountain, the south side is Qinglong Mountain, one hundred and twenty miles away from the Yellow River, and the north and south mountains face each other.

Hanhan Valley Pass sits west and faces east, originally to prevent the enemy from attacking Chang'an from the east. Now the imperial palace and the imperial court are in Beijing, and the companion is in Nanjing, so the Hanhan Valley Pass has lost its basic function and has become a famous pass for literati to hang on.

At about midmorning on this day, the northwest wind was as tight as a gust of wind, blowing on the face like a knife. In such weather, most people don't go out early in the morning.

If most people don't go out, it means that there are still people who go out.

No, there was a white horse with black spots on the empty official road, and a handsome boy who looked to be in his twenties sat on it. He wears a fox fur felt hat and a white mink coat on the outside, and a navy blue suit inside.

On the left side of the saddle bridge hangs a sword, and on the right side hangs a leather bag. This boy did not have a horsewhip in his hand, but the horse was galloping, and the speed was still extremely fast, as if a wisp of green smoke was shooting in the direction of Hanhan Valley Pass.

Three and a half months is just a snap of a finger for others.

In fact, for Xiong Chu, it was just a few blinks of his eyes. It's just that he has experienced too much pain during this period, so he feels like he is almost living like a year.

Even if Xiong Chu has suffered many disasters since he was a child, he can endure loneliness. But in a cave where there is no heaven or earth, a person is lonely for three and a half months, and that is not a human life.

Of course, he doesn't regret it. Not only did I not regret it, but I became more and more excited later.

Eccentric old people naturally have unique eccentricities.

The last time he suddenly connected the 180 life and death acupoints around Xiong Chu's body, it turned out that it was not to take his life, but to hide a strange "teaching method"!

In order to achieve the teaching effect, the eccentric old man imprisoned the bear in place, just facing the nine strange pictures behind the text on the stone wall.

All nine of the drawings have a man in it, a man who does strange movements.

To say that eccentric is that the people drawn by the eccentric old man are not even wearing clothes, and they draw all parts vividly.

Fortunately, the paintings are all men, and Xiong Chu is also a man, so it doesn't matter if he wears clothes or not.

Next to each picture, there are many names of acupoints, and even a description of the basic functions of this acupoint.

Originally, Xiong Chu had been secretly screaming strange in his heart about these nine pictures without clothes, but after the strange old man left for half an hour, something even stranger appeared.

First of all, the Baihui acupoint began to jump suddenly, which happened to be where the first dot of the first picture was located. Then go down through the big vertebral acupoints, pass through eighteen acupoints, and the first picture ends.

Then there are the twenty dots hidden in the second picture, which correspond to the acupuncture points on the body and start beating. The following is that each picture has twenty acupuncture points, which add up to exactly one hundred and eighty.

Finally, concentrating on the lower dantian, a huge force suddenly hit the limbs and hundreds of remains, and then there was a huge shock throughout the body, and Xiong Chu suddenly found that he had moved freely. This process lasted a whole day and a night.

Even if Xiong Chu is a big fool, now after being immersed in the scene, he can also find that the process of unraveling the acupuncture points one by one happens to be a big Zhou Tian.

As a half-hung killer, Xiong Chu's greatest hope is to have a master who can teach him martial arts. Now that the opportunity has fallen from the sky, Xiong Chu naturally does not dare to slack off.

After a brief movement of his body, he quickly sat down cross-legged and performed the first autonomous breathing exercise in the order in which the previous acupuncture points were run.

The method of tuning, in the past day and night, has been found in that text.

This practice is endless, and in the blink of an eye, it is eighteen days, and a total of nine large weeks of breathing cycle have been completed.

After nine great weeks, he found that his lower dantian already contained a huge amount of internal force. Xiong Chu is definitely an idiot for martial arts knowledge, and he thinks that this internal force is the income of his own labor.

As everyone knows, this is the strange old man's ten years of cultivation, hidden in one hundred and eighty acupoints. As long as Xiong Chu can channel qi to return to the Yuan and complete the three Great Zhou Tian Breath exercises, this internal force has already become his own.

As for the thirteen catties of wine emphasized by the eccentric old man, it was actually transformed by the incomparably precious Cutting Pill, which was mainly to transform Xiong Chu's physique and meridians, and at the same time open up the eight veins of the Qi meridians.

With the inexhaustible strength in his body, Xiong Chu felt that he had never been so refreshed, even in the dim cave, his eyesight seemed to have improved several times compared to before.

In the remaining days, Xiong Chu began to eagerly refer to the remaining 1,080 drawings and practice the strange moves of various weapons.

During the day, he used the light at the entrance of the cave to practice various moves, and at night he meditated and practiced internal strength.

Cultivating into a kind of ethereal realm, Xiong Chu had forgotten about the qiē outside his body.

On this day, the practice of swordsmanship entered a state of forgetfulness, and because the breath in the cave could not be dissipated, a whirlpool began to slowly form, but Xiong Chu didn't know it.

As time passed, the whirlpool grew bigger and stronger. I don't know how long it has been, but the whirlpool has made a slight whistling sound.

The huge torque force exerted great friction on the mountain wall, and the direct consequence was that the stone walls on both sides of the cave began to gradually fall off, and one picture after another began to disappear.

After practicing all kinds of moves to the end, Xiong Chu seemed to feel that he was not satisfied, but with a long roar, the sword in his hand had already used the most familiar and proud move!

A sword to the sun!

This sword stabbed out, as if three golden lights flashed, and suddenly the wind surged. The cave was completely filled with buzzing sounds, and finally pulled the bear back from the dream-like realm.

When I looked at it, the cave was already in chaos, and the mountain walls on both sides were all sword marks left by the Qingyu Sword, and the pictures and words had long been gone.

"Oops, I destroyed the sword spectrum and the internal strength and mental method. If the weird old man knew that I had done such a thing, wouldn't he tear me to shreds?"

When Prince Xiong saw his masterpiece, his heart began to feel weak.

Truth be told, he now knew that the weird old man had fulfilled him. However, for the eccentricity of the eccentric old man, Xiong Chu really has a sense of powerlessness.

Escape, find a way to slip away. The bear prince walked to the door of the cave in fear, only to be stunned again.

It turned out that the mountain wall on the right side of the cave entrance had also fallen off a layer, but I didn't expect a few lines of big characters to appear: "Since everything has been destroyed, let's get out quickly! Now that the snow is about to close the mountain, the old cripple can't afford to support you." Remember: after half a year, go to Yuanjiazhai to see, and you are not allowed to go before that. ”

In fact, Xiong Chu has wanted to get out for a long time, but there is no way to get out.

But today was different, a rope hung down beyond the clouds, and it swayed in the wind on the right side of the cave entrance.

Descending the long rope to the bottom, the bear reserve had already decided not to be surprised.

Because his BMW smoke cloud was there, and there was a complete set of luggage and dry rations on the horse's back, as well as a letter stuck in the saddle:

"Little bastard, don't kid yourself. Whether it's Xiaoyaozi or the Drifting Wind Sword, that's not something you can learn. Remember, don't make yourself bitter at any time. You know, there are more people in this world who are more miserable than you, you just need to do a good job of yourself. ”

"The cultivation methods have already been told to you, and what you will achieve in the future is up to you. Staying with a little bastard like you for more than two months, I've long been annoyed by my old cripple. Get out of here!"

The old man was not allowed to go west, and Prince Xiong was not ready to go west, his goal was still his own promise - to assassinate Duan Hu!

Unexpectedly, Xiong Chu kowtowed to the cave three times, and then after the angry horse rushed through the Hanhan Valley Pass, he couldn't help it!